He was one day short of his 94th birthday. In the seven decades of work that lay between Edward Steichen's birth in Luxembourg and his death in Connecticut last week, he had become the most justly famous photographer in America: a patriarch in reputation and appearance, with his grizzled pepper-and-salt beard, his short way with bores and fools and his boundless kindness to younger photographers in whom he recognized signs of talent. His was an enormous life, comparable in range to Picasso's; his portrait subjects spanned modern history, from the actress Eleanora Duse...
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